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"
No
—
that
is
—
I
certainly
have
heard
Liddy
say
they
do
,
but
—
"
She
paused
.
Capitulation
—
that
was
the
purport
of
the
simple
reply
,
guarded
as
it
was
—
capitulation
,
unknown
to
herself
.
Never
did
a
fragile
tailless
sentence
convey
a
more
perfect
meaning
.
The
careless
sergeant
smiled
within
himself
,
and
probably
too
the
devil
smiled
from
a
loop
-
hole
in
Tophet
,
for
the
moment
was
the
turning
-
point
of
a
career
.
Her
tone
and
mien
signified
beyond
mistake
that
the
seed
which
was
to
lift
the
foundation
had
taken
root
in
the
chink
:
the
remainder
was
a
mere
question
of
time
and
natural
changes
.
"
There
the
truth
comes
out
!
"
said
the
soldier
,
in
reply
.
"
Never
tell
me
that
a
young
lady
can
live
in
a
buzz
of
admiration
without
knowing
something
about
it
.
Ah
,
well
,
Miss
Everdene
,
you
are
—
pardon
my
blunt
way
—
you
are
rather
an
injury
to
our
race
than
otherwise
.
"
"
How
—
indeed
?
"
she
said
,
opening
her
eyes
.
"
Oh
,
it
is
true
enough
.
I
may
as
well
be
hung
for
a
sheep
as
a
lamb
(
an
old
country
saying
,
not
of
much
account
,
but
it
will
do
for
a
rough
soldier
)
,
and
so
I
will
speak
my
mind
,
regardless
of
your
pleasure
,
and
without
hoping
or
intending
to
get
your
pardon
.
Why
,
Miss
Everdene
,
it
is
in
this
manner
that
your
good
looks
may
do
more
harm
than
good
in
the
world
.
"
The
sergeant
looked
down
the
mead
in
critical
abstraction
.
"
Probably
some
one
man
on
an
average
falls
in
love
with
each
ordinary
woman
.
She
can
marry
him
:
he
is
content
,
and
leads
a
useful
life
.
Such
women
as
you
a
hundred
men
always
covet
—
your
eyes
will
bewitch
scores
on
scores
into
an
unavailing
fancy
for
you
—
you
can
only
marry
one
of
that
many
.
Out
of
these
say
twenty
will
endeavour
to
drown
the
bitterness
of
despised
love
in
drink
;
twenty
more
will
mope
away
their
lives
without
a
wish
or
attempt
to
make
a
mark
in
the
world
,
because
they
have
no
ambition
apart
from
their
attachment
to
you
;
twenty
more
—
the
susceptible
person
myself
possibly
among
them
—
will
be
always
draggling
after
you
,
getting
where
they
may
just
see
you
,
doing
desperate
things
.
Men
are
such
constant
fools
!
The
rest
may
try
to
get
over
their
passion
with
more
or
less
success
.
But
all
these
men
will
be
saddened
.
And
not
only
those
ninety
-
nine
men
,
but
the
ninety
-
nine
women
they
might
have
married
are
saddened
with
them
.
There
’
s
my
tale
.
That
’
s
why
I
say
that
a
woman
so
charming
as
yourself
,
Miss
Everdene
,
is
hardly
a
blessing
to
her
race
.
"
The
handsome
sergeant
’
s
features
were
during
this
speech
as
rigid
and
stern
as
John
Knox
’
s
in
addressing
his
gay
young
queen
.
Seeing
she
made
no
reply
,
he
said
,
"
Do
you
read
French
?
"
"
No
;
I
began
,
but
when
I
got
to
the
verbs
,
father
died
,
"
she
said
simply
.
"
I
do
—
when
I
have
an
opportunity
,
which
latterly
has
not
been
often
(
my
mother
was
a
Parisienne
)
—
and
there
’
s
a
proverb
they
have
,
Qui
aime
bien
,
châtie
bien
—
’
He
chastens
who
loves
well
.
’
Do
you
understand
me
?
"
